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  During the night, somewhere in Fornia, Camilo became microbial life.

  The wish to be human, somewhere in his interdimensional mind, grew him back up to fleshy ooze.

  Appalled mammals, human and non-human, treated his new shape like a thing.

  However, even as a human, Camilo had been an object too.

  He only knew of one man that could save him beneath the clouds.

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  So he went on a pilgrimage, above a pile of scrap.

  He ended up inside an aerial plastic bag.

  Camilo endured glass shards penetrating and old gum sticking to his writhing shape.

  Only so what he had been deemed valuable for could be returned to him.

  After landing and sliding on cracked concrete, his disembodied gut told him to see.

  He transmuted an eye outside of Pueblo to see the priest on a pike.

  The bloody and maggot-infested tip lurched above his gaping mouth.

  Camilo wanted to smile.

  Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest, a glowing man said within the town.

  Camilo crawled into the loving arms of Prophet Ameen.

  END OF STORY ARC II: THE SIMULATIONSTUCK ARC